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letra de raspy freestyle - xxae47

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wishing on a star
but it’s just
the interior

whip looking like a galaxy

star gazing
when i look to the top of list

abc celebrity sh-t

tryna be where they gotta look down

balcony high
place pleasant
n sh-t

haven’t smoked in a while
but i still sound raspy

gone die for my word
for my kin
for my b-tch
like gatsby

it’s all in my palm
if you ask me
world
in the eye
beholder

they said it
make sense once
you get older

like how old
old like yoda

like what number
reach that quota

at 20
looking for my one piece

something like oda

my pops always said
you gone do what you do

but it catch up
flip like
motorola
i was stuck
in a haze
off the mary aroma

back in the days
running n running
the runaway

under the moon
demons goblins
monsters

once god put the

sun away

we seen it all

unmazed

taking in knowledge

food for thought
nothing like momma made

who woulda thought
this is
the modern day

everybody
ups with the package

moncler moose knuckle
or mackage
you could get points for a jacket

you ain’t n0body
if you don’t got bodies

or talk about hits
like you catching the homie

n-ggas gone
mach no hommy

n-ggas don’t hurt n0body

i seen pain
painful to realize
this sh-t is real life

and its prolly
gone move to the next

generational curses
in effect

desperation inflated
with 9-5 to checks

everybody gone
f-ck them selves

too many babies
unprotected s-x

so many wanting and seeking
love

n0body doing the healing yet

self worth

one of the best
escapes

but n-ggas rather go
and flex

designer

faults formed
for that mortal desire

what’s the word
of the day

i could explain

but for many
it’s hard to decipher

log in the journal
a page from a writer

concrete and tar
that inspired

from the streets
we preach
no quire

don’t put yo
hand in the fire

but hand on the bl!cky

like hitman for hire

n-ggas be nay

but like micheal from wire

what can i say
everybody a liar

what do you
make from the dust
and dirt

poverty stricken
they don’t place
us higher

b-tch i ain’t square
i just roll like a tire

don’t pay the fare
on that bus
freedom rider

life isn’t fair
while they try
to divide us

break it down
twist
then i light up

spark in my soul
terrorizing blaze

coughing up smoke
filling up the sp-ce

heart beating steady

synced up
with the base

word play
gotta certain
kinda grace

eyes yearning
hunger on
my face

voice raspy
what do i say

- xxae47

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